Third Person POV (this is going to be in a weird format so bear with me)
"Anxiety, your cut is going to get infected if you do put a bandaid on it."
"I'm a rebel! I do what I want!"
"What did you do to get it anyways?"
"Me and Prince were messing around with his sword, he kinda got out of hand and it just grazed across my cheek."
"You guys are so stupid."
"Yeah, I know."
"And he doesn't?"
"Nope" Anxiety chuckled. Logan walk off, heading towards the bathroom to get a bandage.
"Here you go."
"Thanks." The darker one said.
Logan looked at Anxiety, for what seemed to be hours but were only mere seconds. Logan planted a kiss on where the younger one had placed the bandage.
"Wh-What was that for?" Anxiety asked.
"I wanted to heal your wound." The logical one replied.
"That's just a superstition"
"I know that. I just-" Logic was cut off by a peck on the lips by Anxiety.
"If you really wanted to heal my wound, a kiss on the lips would've worked just fine" Anxiety said, leaving the logical trait in a mixed emotion train ride to feeling town.
"I-I...Uh...Anx-" Another kissed left on his lips by the anxious trait.
"Shut up fool and just kiss me, I don't want to do all the work."
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